4 posts tagged “jaziel”
I hate using that "a picture tells a thousand words excuse" when I never blog. I really do.
But because most of you would rather see pictures and illustrations to describe the many woes that occur to me, I'll show them here to you on Big-O-Vision instead of writing long meandering text. Some of these photos are probably going to be reprinted on the TT Nite blog.
I saw Jaziel, Michelle and Tammy at the bus stop on my way to the TT Nite meeting. They were doing some sort of commercial shoot, presumably for an assignment. The scene I saw involved Tammy running across the lot twice.
As I said, Tammy was running.
Mr. Jeff.
Sarah talks her Treasurery in this photo which covers Alice's face with a giant mineral bottle.
Carmen, Assistant Program Master and kungfu whiz and my own Director of Events, usually talks smack of my choice of outfit, but today she didn't seem to mind the floral-green shirt + white disco jacket choice.
Sofea the Program Coordinator explains work-related matters, I assume, to Carmen.
Winky is the Queen.
Siok Cheng, Vice-Chair extraordinaire, dons the White Jacket of Amirul B Ruslan to get in a performer-y persona. Every week we showcase the talents of a TT Nite committeeperson with a video clip of them doing generally stupid things, such as singing, dancing, or worse. First they had recorded me singing Lovefool to a camera phone, then Jeff had his moment in the sun singing as well, and now, Siok Cheng.
The video clips taken by my Sony DSC-1 were a little too big to upload on this crappy connection, but I'll do it no doubt for both this Voxblog and the TT Nite blog.
And whilst she wore my jacket, I wore hers. A good trade, though I think I like mine a bit more.
Okay, as long as the Internets suck, I can't possibly add more posts, but the weekend beckons and I would very much like to return Tabby her internet.
I'll post some more, because more has happened. Til then.
And I am thinking of you.
Well, you know, if you have the prerequisite levels of hubris, please don't let me stop you from thinking that it could be *you* I'm talking about, because there are a great number of Yous in this world, not least of which being people whose names actually have You in it.
Let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Today, Tuesday, the third official actual day of my month-long college holidays, I spent it mostly in a longwinded rout of the city, - with Jaziel again - this time taking us to Taman Desa Setapak, Ampang Park, KLCC and the Bukit Bintang area. I needed to renew my Learner's driving license, he needed to get stuff for a Chinese New Year do he's doing (pretty much for me, seeing that I'll be at his place). Mostly we spent either talking about the advanced degrees in ludology I seem to have, or how old analogue cameras work (Puteri from the ELS - I've mentioned her before, haven't I? - dropped off Jaziel's twenty+ year old Nikon to me, which apparently she had borrowed over the entire second semester). We did see a nice selection of original games in Bukit Bintang, which leads me to impress upon him the Necessity Of Going Legit, as well as looking at more cameras. I stated my lust for a Polaroid camera, which I suspect will still go ignored. Oh, pain.
Got back at six, had my parents pick me up en route for home at ten, interrupted only for about half an hour as we drove to pick up Roslyn from her new-fangled tuition class. Ashley and Danielle didn't have a ride, so we sent them over to some remote destination just off Ampang Point, requiring great feats of round-turning.
I'm going over to Jaziel's for Chinese New Year. Seroja's not around either; she jumped ship and somehow persuaded magically for her friend's parents to take her along for a trip to Alor Setar. I just can't get it. I think she has psychic powers (this worked before, too: Seroja went to Penang gratis, with said friend and friend's family). I'd be damned if Roslyn finds that she's got engagements which would take her away from the thence-empty House of the Ruslans.
Jaziel was around last Thursday - the last day of the exams, which we and Kenny (President of the English Language Society, ELS, don't you know?) celebrated by a few rounds at trying our hand with SWAT4's cooperative multiplayer.
This is the greatest thing about joining the ELS. We're a society with *allegedly* 90+ members, when the truth really is that we've only got like ten people making up the core of the society. We're not even a society anymore, more like the Bored Peoples' Club Of Those Who Have Survived This Long. I previously had been interested in snagging the main post there, but things took a surprising hike for the better when I was enthroned as King -- okay, whoops! Sorry -- ... when I was elected the School of Social Science and Humanities' Student President.
Jaziel and me regularly meet up, and Kenny, when he is able to pull himself out of being asleep, often joins as well. Jaziel could only go home around ten, so after we were done around 6PM, we decided to go back to my own Room I404. I played Deus Ex for awhile, extolling its virtues to Jaziel, who strangely enough for a hardcore full-time gamerismo had never heard of it.
Oh my God.
You've never heard of Deus Ex?
You need to be punished with death by chopsticks.
I jumped around games for a bit, putting on Homeworld 2 and a few others until finally deciding on the truly excellent indie Battlestar Galactica fanmade game Beyond The Red Line. I played for about three minutes before realizing, damn, let's watch the show instead. So I grabbed from over the desk my beloved Season 1 Galactica boxed set, and gave him a brief overview, and let the miniseries begin.
Bad idea in hindsight really, especially when you want to convert someone into watching Galactica. The miniseries is cut into two parts of two hours each, and my boxed set has no division between both parts, so it played a whole four hours. Now, I've watched the miniseries about five times now, love the series, but four hours is still a bit too much. Uh, I think now I know better.
Oh well. He can go back to watching 24 anyway.
(* = Jaziel's trying to do some sort of online poll on what hairstyle his hair should manifest. Now, who needs the American primaries when you have the truly riveting action of Jaziel's Hair Vote?)
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... plays always make him happy.
So, here is going to be another phototastic ubermosh of, um, photos. Like yesterday's post, this one will include tedious amounts of Big-O-Vision (tm).
But first, a rough overview of the photos. Holy crap there's a lot of photos.
A lot of photos. Shall I do a random Big-O-Vision selection? Yes.
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But first - we watched a staging of WRECKS, a one man play performed by veteran actor Patrick Teoh and directed by Gavin Yap. It's the fourth play I've watched this year, from zero plays last year, and I'm happily happy. From the opening, where the piano music accompanied the bereaved main character, to the actual beginning when he starts smoking gorgeous rings of smoke, I was hooked. God, I love plays.
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Michelle and Jaziel at the tickets section, buying eleven tickets for a later staging, for classmates I assume. They're here because of an Introduction to Drama individual assignment (where you have to review one play). I think I'm going to review Alias Grace instead.
The title of this photo on my Facebook account is, "It is inevitable that Amirul B Ruslan takes a photo like this in every photo album he has." I think it's true, too.
Meiyi and me. If I had a shirt, a clean one, I'd have worn it. Jaziel went with a shirt. I always go overdressed for days like these, but all I had was a new shirt from last month. Damnations. Meiyi, the only person here who was watching not to write an assignment (aside from me), has never seen a play.
Jaziel "Orberon" Tan. He constantly tempts me with Call of Duty 2 sessions, and adds on that by frequently referring to his BitTorrenting of CoD4, which I can safely reassure others I cannot play due to a weak computer.
As the title says, she likes walls. In any case, this was the third photo of this sort that she took, with the second interrupted mysteriously by an elevator opening to nobody inside.
ELS Secretary Michelle, who will be playing Stella Kowalski in her group's recital of Streetcar (See: previous post). Sidenote One - when me and Josiah first met her, Josiah's comment was, "She looks like Serena C." I concur.
Jaziel and Meiyi are talking here. I have no idea what they are talking about, mainly because I'm just standing here and taking photos, and reciting stories of how I love KLPac.
...far too much.
Jaziel again. He laughs to some joke, probably involving buggery. In any case, he spent much of my photo-taking time talking about how I should get a DSLR. Hahahahaha! As if.
Jaziel takes a photo of feet. Clockwise - Meiyi's (one o'clock), Jaziel's (six o'clock), mine (ten/eleven o'clock). Roslyn has taken nicer ones, but that's not fair because Roslyn wears school shoes to school. I have no such excuse.
In the half-hour we waited before the doors opened, we were at the parking lot. Thus, this photo is entitled "Out In The Parking Lot".
Truth.
Jaziel has first dibs at brick-wall photos. I wish people would take the initiative and photograph me instead, but I think that's too much to ask for.
After the play: sitting down at the faux-sofas outside KLPac. We were talking at length about the Big Revelation in the play, and Jaziel was reiterating his impressedness at how low-budget the set was. It looked wonderful, so atmospheric. My words.
Five months or so in the ELS and I've never been photographed with Michelle. Here is a nice change.
More talkings about the play, sometime involving wild hand gestures, arm wavings, or biting laughter. I am taking the photo whilst talking, resulting in me being missing from the bulk of these discussion-photos.
Wirechairs are nice, but they seem to have caused minor damage to Meiyi's dress. My highly-suspect facial expression seems to resemble one who is riding a motorcycle. Something I cannot do, alas.
Michelle, as taken by Jaziel. The man knows his photography. Or something.
Me and Michelle were completely gun-baffled at the Big Reveal at the end of the play. Jaziel didn't notice until we told him it. Meiyi, the astoundingly analytical and amazing person that she is (one A-word missing, should have been alliterative!), guessed it from way before. I feel stupid all of a sudden. The reveal was surprising - putting full truth to the words at the subtitle of the play: "To Be Loved Is Never Wrong."
We go back from the gardens outside, after me and Meiyi take lengthy walks which involve talking about monsoon drains, and back into the lovely air-conditioned building that KLPac is. Michelle and Jaziel sit down. I prefer to stand. That or the fact that there's no seats for me.
Jaziel's parents, who are truly very nice people, have very nicely transported us from the college hostel gate to KLPac and back. We had late-supper-thing later. The Big Mac I had in their car, ordered due to Tabby's love for nuggets (when we got back from class, before I went for the play), had been swallowed before reaching KLPac. I was full. Such nice people.
Jaziel is dodging a BOOM! HEADSHOT! (Don't let him read this - he will invite me for more CoD2 rounds, and then own-ify me.
This is what happens when you use flash photography in the cramped, four-people-occupying backseat of Jaziel's parents' car. Me and Meiyi, in the car. And exeunt! The end of this tediously long blog post. November does me good not in volume of posts but volume of words in the posts.
